Duster coat.

Terero Azane was an eyesore, obviously the structures and monuments were made of oak -what in 1911 wasn't?- but this place looked like it was struck by a sandstorm.
The villagers gasped as the gates of Terero Azane burst open. In stepped a traveller. The newcomer looked strange to the villagers. But that could just be the fact that they haven't seen a new face in over a century. He had a thin beard, and was wearing a sand-stained duster coat allong with a mexican sombrero. The gun he had holstered was a silver-coated double-action revolver filled with copper headed iron rounds which could pierce a buffalo's skull, yet merely give it brain damage. Everyone started crowding around him like he was a god. The sheriff started pulling out a repeater to force who he was and what his buisiness was out of the strange man. He took that as a challenge and flicked his revolver out and aimed from waist high. The guy in the duster coat slapped the trigger, the shell exploded as the bullet was forced out. The bullet smacked the sheriff above the right eye. This gun's bullet against a human was like playing chicken with a train from the train's perspective. The villagers whipped out their guns be it revolver, repeater, or carcano rifle. A gust of wind blew just at that moment, and the sand ambushed their eyes. They blindly fired at him. When the wind softened, they saw the pulverized body of the stranger. And although the man in the duster coat was dead, the murderous rage that he possessed was not...